The bell rang again. In came Bate Yenger, with a crimped smile on his stale face.
"Bate, do you want Welty's place?" asked the marble idol.
"Want it?" exclaimed the idolizing Bate. "Can I get it? or are you buffooning?"
"You have it, Bate," without a twitch.
"When?" asked the anxious Bate.
"Soon," without a quiver.
"Shall we celebrate?" asked Bate.
"We will," with a smack.
"Where?"
"At the Bottomless Pit," with a feathered smile. "Be at my room at nine p. m."